Anti-Hero

Prologue

"He knows something!"

General Jonas yells in German, slamming his fist hard against his desk causing objects to rattle and fall over at such disturbance.

One of his two officers that stood in front of his desk boldly spoke. "Sir! We've tried everything."

The General grabs whatever was close to him, which was a book and hauls it straight at the officers who luckley ducked at his outburst just in time. The book instead slammed into a lamp busting the lightbulb on the other side of the room.

Hell he was mad! They were in the middle of a war and the American's had the advantage.

They've tried bribing him, then switched to torturing, starving him, but still bloody hell nothing. Their intel said that there was a secret military branch that had a top secret base, building a weapon that could make the Allies win the war.

They were lucky to find and capture one of their soldiers. But that was weeks ago and still haven't been able to break the man.

General Jonas walks out and heads straight down the small corridor, his heavy boots echoing down the hall while water droplets were heard within the distance. Dim lights hung in the hall as he stood forward, his shadow dancing behind him.

As he turned to the right two of his armed men stood outside the interrogation room.

He stopped in front of them. "Anything?"

"Still uncooperative, sir."

He huffs an angry breath and opens the thick metal door. A single light hung over the American whose face was bruised an ugly blue and purple and his eye was swollen shut and black. His lip was cut and some blood ran from the side of his face and as well as his nose.

Both hands and feet were tied to the chair with it chained to the floor because, well it was just for good measure and security.

The General pulls out a chair and sits across from the table from him. The American looks down, avoiding to meet his gaze.

Even though he was German and spoke his country's language he had spent enough time around Americans who spoke English. In his younger years, he took the time to learn the language and was grateful he knew it.

"I give up." He says sighing and clasping his hands together on the table.

"Give up the information... and we'll let you go..."

He lends forward staring dead straight at the American wanting him to make eye contact and see if his emotions could give him away. "Don't you have a family to go home to?"

The American's busted lip quivered just slightly enough that Jonas believed if he had blinked at that moment he would've missed the American' s tiny movement . 'Yes, now we are getting somewhere.'

"So far from home..." Jonas says softly to him, "Don't you want to see their faces again? Hear the sound of their laughter?... Hold your child's hand...in your own?"

General Jonas found himself in deep thought of his own family when he spoke. It was a week ago when his wife wrote a letter to him telling him that she gave birth to their first born son. A son! He yearned to go home but here he was stuck here...

He gazes up, seeing tears rolling down the American's face and his body shaking slightly. 'I almost got you.'

The American's mouth opens and closes as if he was debating whether or not to give in at such temptation. General Jonas was leaning on the edge of his seat holding his breath, anxiously waiting for the American to speak.